Hello tea, hope you had a lovely holiday! DD was great sleeping while we were away too, made it feel really like a holiday... but back to her old habits now. Although in fairness to her, she's pretty good so I shouldn't complain.
We really enjoyed our swimming lesson - I couldn't stop smiling and I was so relieved it went ok! No screaming, no pooplosions in the pool (a poolpooplosion, surely...) and nothing I couldn't handle. Why I thought I might be asked to do something I couldn't do I don't know, but that's what being a worrier does to you.
Also survived wedding this weekend with lots of compliments on behaviour of DD. Hurrah for her. I would seriously advise against doing anything smart in a plain patterned outfit, though: by the time I had got grease from a canape on my boob (grrrr) and DD had spat out a mouthful of milk on my hip, and then vommed quite a bit more both off and through the muslin on my shoulder, we looked like nothing on earth. Actually, she still looked quite presentable, but I looked like... well, the mother of a nine week old with a reflux issue.
Am listening to her coo and shout in her moses basket and wondering if she will sleep. She is a bit big for it now, but needs to stay in it until after we visit DH's family in Scotland later this week. I feel a bit sad about moving her into a proper cot, although she has slept in one already when we've been away without objecting. Our bedroom isn't big enough though so she will have to go next door. It's hardly any further away and DH has promised we can leave the doors open while we get used to it, but I feel a bit weepy even at the prospect!